BTW, last time I was in the Department of Motor Voter I felt like I was at bull fight or Mexican wedding or something. I was the only white guy there and thought I might need an interpreter. I get my ticket and after 3 hours of this carnival, while listening to an automated sick sounding cyber voice say, “Now serving B497. I get to window #121 and here stands this 245 pound obese bureaucrat with a heavy accent. She gives me the “I hate you look” while straining to make her lips smile.
It went straight down hill from there.
Happened to be in Ventura Co., CA during the holiday when the DMVs were handing out licenses to illegals....
Lines were out the door and around the block...
Have fun with that, CA.....